Lyrics:
the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
When the playas live (Playas)
Don't have to think twice about no meal
When the playas
at it, baby
Why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said, "Losing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding"
I said, "Losing my life
"and while we're at it, baby, why don't you tell me one of your
Biggest fears?"
I said, "losing my penis to a whore with disease."
"just kidding," I
"And while we're at it, baby, why don't you tell me one of your
Biggest fears?"
I said, "losing my penis to a whore with disease."
"Just kidding," I
at it, baby"
"Why don't you tell me one
Of your biggest fears?" i said
"Losing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding" I said
"Losing my life
can you feel it rise
Blood disease karma cries
And I remind you of my devine
Oh and can you feel it rise
Blood disease karma cries
And I remind you that
million people in the UK
Were waiting for breast, cervical, or bowel cancer screening
Diagnosis for 6 cancers on this list has declined 46 point 4 percent
sound
Mad disease is in touch to that town
Match him, kill him
Cut off the arms of this faun
Ride attack and breast the tape
So hurry up, he's out
melting grace,
And pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast,
The passion throbbing in the lover's breast
mother's breast
It's true, there's nothing to do
Nothing will ever change
I look to engage you
But you turn and tell me
"Oh shit. You're the culmination
It's dead quiet here
But for my heart beating loud and clear
Under my breast bone going like mad
It's the loneliest heart that a girl ever had
I had
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a ki'
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
perky set I’m fucking with is breast
Stony Hills Los Angeles Ibiza straight to Budapest
I ride on a beat like they ride on my wave, yeah (Yeah)
Money love
have a answer
Why is life so hard like a chest filled with cancer
Disease moving breast to breast
My people dying all because they took the wrong
I been living in her head
I put my face on her breast
She putting fakes in her breasts
Thirty on back like i'm steph
Diamond crested on my chest
Give
Are we awake?
Am I too old to be this stoned?
Was it your breasts from the start?
They played a part
For goodness sake
I wasn't told you'd be
over
Pretty smart on my part
Find my way home in the dark
I can see her coming
Sure looks pretty
Her breasts are bold
And her mouth is large
She
Incisive our disease,
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary,
We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast,
Grandiloquent
alive.
There were freaks in my ear.
And kissed my whole body.
My breasts want to explode.
Was sucked tirelessly.
Hands touched my fanny,
That wet I
of kids
Don't plot on me
You hit
Actually go ahead
It's been a while
Unless the pit
My neck on freeze
You sick
Your disease is hate
I cure it with my
and afraid of disease
We only want what we need
We will never grow old
Out in the wilderness we can be ourselves
Everyone's foolish and no one will tell
My
in
And a feed from a warm breast
A man making hits
For the childhood of hicks
Underground like
Who's it sound like
You all sound the same
But you don't
Wrought an August eve 'neath London's dripping eaves
A modern gothic promise of disease
Night held rains scent in you, and haven bare
Awaiting
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